In the Metropolitan Police Department, search lesson one.
"According to the surveillance outside the police station, they called a taxi." The detective, a junior high school student, analyzed desperately, "At that time, Kawakami's mobile phone was already unable to answer calls."
"So Kawakami Tsumugi took the initiative to follow Kikuchi Mizukina, Kudo-san?" Officer Megure asked.
"Probably not. If he leaves on his own initiative, he won't not answer my call. It's more likely to be a threat - did the traffic police find the car?"
Fortunately, although the surveillance outside the police station was blurry, Yixi could see the license plate. They screened out several matching license plate numbers based on the images and handed them over to the traffic department for investigation.
Taxis are registered with the Traffic Division, and since they run around Tokyo all year round, they will always get tickets. There is a high probability that the Traffic Division will have the foundation.
While Kudo Shinichi was asking for vehicle information, news came from the Traffic Division:
"The person was found, Officer Megure. The driver with the license plate number Kyoto 50072-33 said he picked up the two people and got off at..."
"Thank you so much, Officer Miyamoto." Officer Megure hurriedly wrote down the address.
"What?" Kudo Shinichi was a little surprised, "The drop-off location is near Kikuchi's address?"
This was different from what he thought. If Kikuchi Mizukina really wanted to kill Kawakami, he would not have chosen his own home. It would have been too easy to be exposed.
Shiratori Rensaburo on the side looked strange:
"Could it be that we are overthinking it? Well...a man and a woman, they know each other, and that kind of scary thing just happened...it's normal not to want others to disturb you."
Miwako Sato rolled her eyes.
Officer Megure knew that because Kudo Shinichi was too young, these people did not take his speculation too seriously. He said with a headache:
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. Sato, Shiratori, let's send out the police."
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After all, Kawakami Tsumugi had been working in the distillery for so many years and had been influenced by that gentleman and rum for a long time. He was very sensitive to inexplicable malice.
In other words, he is not only good at brainstorming, but also has a bit of persecutory delusion.
So Kawakamiji's first reaction when he saw the severed hand was that someone was trying to do him harm. The second reaction was that he had encountered a murder case again.
Although Kawakami Tsumugi was curious about the truth behind the severed hand, it was more important to find out whether this thing was meant for him.
If someone really targets him...
He was probably not someone he could meet at work. The only people in the organization who knew his true identity as Kashasha were that gentleman, Rum, Gin, Belmode and Scotland.
Therefore, based on the above analysis, there is a high probability that the person targeting him does not know about the winery.
These people can't sell him, the first four have no motive, Scotland has no chance - hiss, no, Belmode might cause trouble, and he can defraud her afterwards.
The second possibility: A certain criminal in Yoneka Town who wanted to show off his skills chose him out of the vast crowd due to an indescribable fate. And this severed hand was a warning of murder left to him.
In this case, there are two possibilities: the first is that the murderer is randomly choosing who is unlucky to meet whom; the second is that the murderer is choosing a specific person, and he is the murderer's special favorite.
If it's a random selection, there's nothing you can do, just make peace with it and take advantage of it; if it's a specific selection, it's necessary for Kawakami to find out who is targeting him.
He began to recall the trajectory of his actions during the month since he came to Mikka Town, and soon identified one person as a suspect: the female convenience store clerk Kikuchi Mizukina.
The frequency of interactions with him is the highest among ordinary people; I understand his shopping habits and know that he comes just before closing time every time; because of my position, I can afford to have a broken hand...
The only thing that was unreasonable was that the other party gave him time to call the police.
In order to verify his conjecture, Kawakami Tsumugi identified Kikuchi Mizukina as the victim before Kudo Shinichi could react.
[Miss Kikuchi’s hands are very beautiful. ]
[If you bring a manicure...]
This is Kawakami Tsumugi's superficial exploration of Kikuchi Suikoto.
Think about it for a moment, you are an ordinary person. If a familiar stranger holds your hand and says in a stern tone that you are being targeted by a perverted murderer, how should you react?
Being frightened, avoiding his eyes or staring at him, or simply throwing his hand away if you're a bit irritable - these are all normal reactions.
But Kikuchi Mizukina was different. She kept looking at the hands of the two of them intertwined. To be more precise, she was looking at Kawakami Tsumugi's hand.
Kawakami has seen that look in the eyes of many sick collectors.
"You don't know how to hide your true purpose at all, Miss Kikuchi." Kawakami sighed.
"Then why didn't you expose me in front of the police?"
After a long silence, Kikuchi Mizukina asked softly.
"I have answered this question before, Miss Kikuchi, I actually quite like you. Of course, the main reason...maybe it is out of curiosity?"
The cold smile that could hurt people was put away, and the gray-haired young man spoke cheerfully.
"I'm studying this. I'm very curious about your motives, criminal methods and behavior." He stretched out his right arm and made a "please" gesture, "Why don't you open the door, Miss Kikuchi? Let's talk."
The key fit into the keyhole and made a rustling sound when turned. Kikuchi Mizukina opened the door, and Kawakami Tsumugi followed her, walking briskly as if the two were friends they hadn't seen for many years.
"Curious?" Kikuchi Mizukina's expression was a little strange.
"Your collection target is hands, right?" Kawakami analyzed.
"Many times, the collection of specific human body parts is motivated by twisted compensation or revenge... Cripples will care about the sound legs of others, and serial killers with facial defects will slash the cheeks of their victims... ...
"But you are different, Miss Kikuchi. Your hands are perfect. This means that your motive may be something else: just love, or empathy? Are you a hand fetishist? Someone you love or someone you want to kill A perfect pair of hands?”
The two of them sat on the sofa in the living room. The gray-haired young man took out a small notepad and a pen from nowhere, and he really looked like he was taking notes seriously.
"These questions are very offensive, Mr. Kawakami." Kikuchi Mizukina smiled.
"Indeed." Kawakami shrugged, "However, there is nothing more offensive than taking another person's life, so... you are far better than me in terms of 'offense'."
"Why do you think I would tell you this?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The gray-haired young man also smiled, "The desire to talk? Some strange desire to seek recognition from the victim? You were the first to invite this conversation. Maybe you didn't notice it. I'm just responding to your request."
To be honest, Kawakamiji felt that he was quite shameless. Just like some people who have delusions of love and think that all the pretty girls on the street like them.
"I'm special to you, right, Miss Kikuchi?"
